Twiztid - Grave Ain't No Place lyrics

[Verse 1: Blaze] A motherf**er recognize a thug mashin' hard Straight out the plot of my cemetery yard Buried so long, nobody gave a sh** Blood and tears, embedded in my casket Been surrounded, old folks everywhere Smell of dry piss covered the air When I heard the voices say arise from the grave I quickly dug myself out and went to find the 12-gauge Shotgun, double barrelled sawed off pump Safety runs thru the target if you test me Psycho thug, mashin' outta control Spent too many f**in' years deep in a hole But still I'm a k**a, feindin' for the streets Slangin' rocks on a 9 to 5 beat All that change, now got maggots on my face I'm back from the dead to give yo a** a taste [Hook: Twiztid] The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug k**a! Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala! The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin! Never goin' back to my muthaf**in' casket! The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug k**a! Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala! The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin! Never goin' back to my muthaf**in' casket! [Verse 2: Anybody k**a] The grave ain't no place to be, too much like the penetentary Locked away in concrete, I'm buried 6 feet Guess so, so when you roam, you can find your way home Cuffs tight around the wrist cause I was bustin' my chrome Dark visions in the smog when I walk with the dead Bad dreams in the night keep you shakin' in bed Is it all in your head cause you're locked in a cage? And clear your mind and get shanked and live the cemetery way [Verse 3: Monoxide] I'm sittin' in the cemetery I got a plan to k** a pig so I placed a phony call About a b**h I buried, f** a cell, I won't ever go back I got you creasin' in my pocket like a folded up rap I look in the back, a squad car pullin' up slow I grabbed the pistol in the hand with the glove, and let it blow Dashin' off like a theif in the night, to me it was right I had to end his muthaf**in' life [Hook] [Verse 4: Blaze] They can't keep a dead body locked down In the ground, of the pen Came thru the dirt, break free again Leave my home of the grave, shared with the roaches Back on the street, keep an eye on the vultures Flip, my escape out the front gates When the pigs check yo' friends, ain't no trace Of a gangsta, I'm already out robbin' s**ers Pistol whippin' b**hes, puttin' holes in motherf**ers Act like you know, Psychopathic on the Glock And I gives no f** when I'm mashin' up ya block Empty out the chamber, so long to your family Everybody history, nothing left but memories Friends start to cry and you're one with the earth Ain't nobody cry for me, not even the church My rebirth was greeted my a police chase But I'm a thug motherf**er, I ain't catchin' a case [Hook x2] [Skit] 911 Emergency, can I help you? Would you please send someone to 12 Cherry Nut Lane? What seems to be the problem, sir? There's a f**in' guy beatin' on my door; I don't know what I'm supposed to do... I gotta gun... Please don't do anything rash I-I know. I don't wanna have to shoot anybody, but he's bangin'... Where exactly is he at? Can-can you hear that? He's banging on the door! Would you go away! Sir, please calm down It's hard to calm down; I don't know what I'm supposed to do! Listen to me, sir. Listen to me... I don't know if this is a f**in' Halloween prank or not, but I am scared...ok?! Sir... And I don't want to have... to hurt someone!!! Would you please... Send someone over here right now!!!